These rational delusions have got to cease The second hand has finally got the best of me I'm too aware about the singularity That brought me to the
Hoarding turns allure to discontent altruism's a grind all it's own morning makes you know your in a cell but love is just as pure as you both because
Ladies and gentlemen of the community of angels I'd like to share little something we've done Joy to the world, the lord is come Let earth receive her
Little girl's arms open wide, two ways to go but you can't decide follows all rules, has no say ends up in somebody elses play close your eyes cuz you
I give to you, you take from me We live in perfect harmony But I know you can't give me what I need With subtle care and rosey hues We duke it out, we
Don't wanna have to take your shit anymore i finally concluded that life is way to short the ticking of the hourglass, the tiny grains of sand they beckon
warst du schon mal in der wuste? schon mal den Tod gesehen? hunderttausend Kinder sterben fur Brot und die zahlen lugen nicht, es ist die krankheit der
the night and day Night and day Omnipresence is losing faith Adam's Atoms remain The righteous opposition has led us all astray One side against the other
Seeds of rebellion lay outside your front door If you nourish them and water them they'll grow into a healthy what for? And if revolution isn't what'
I've spent my life observing and then pondering this place and never has confusion ever ceased I've also heard a lot of exaltation for our kind and
Two young lads on distant shores Tending to the rigors of their daily chores Their parents tell them what's going on and they're waiting for the fire
It's cold again it looks like rain A procession of humanity, strikingly simian Saunters by, I can't explain Why it's troubling to see them so Better
Of this toxic change in weather Won't somebody please come up with something 'Cause Jesus just don't seem to be impartially workin' And all of the others
I am a huge fan of Bad Religion I even bought a brown Fender Precision Signing to Atlantic was a really bad decision Now they?re back on Epitaph hey
and villas Overseas and what was me, I found out other MC's been tryin to find ya route (haha) It's ill when MC's used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon
branded Face it, Jerome get more time than Brandon And at the airport they check all through my bag And tell me that it's random, but we stay winnin' This week has been a bad
Y'all already know, Slot-A-Lot, So So Def And if you a bad chick, get on the floor and How the, how the hell did you get all o' that in dem jeans? How
the grain The flow is getting stronger with small increments of time And eddies of new ideas are increasingly hard to find You need all that the other
